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GEEAT EXHIBITIOI; 



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IMSELF. 



'Twas thin I sAvore by the land that bore me, 

This great Expozay won't go unsung! 
May thouo^hts inspire me, the' Muses fire me ! 

An Janius light on your Rooney's tongue ; 
Taich me to sing out the wealth ye bring out 

From cunnin brain and from skilful hand; 
Oh ! noble toilers— great human boilers 

That stir the life blood throughout the land 



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1867. 






DIDICATID 
TO THE FUBLIC, 



"I hould to you the hands you first beheld 

To show they still are free ; 
Methinks I hear an aicho in your voices answer me 

An bid your Rooney welcome to your hearts agin. 



IIOONEYVILLE, Oct. 1867. 



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The Poet's Mission. 





HE Poet's mission is not to fisli in 

The lap ov Aise for his thoughts sublime, 
But out where strife is, an' active life is, 

Mid Natures taichins to waive his rhyme. 
Whin pace or pinsion takes his attintion 

He goes to bed wid his pockets full, 
No fancy fires him, no drame inspires him, 

His rhymes are limpin, his wit is dull. 

HEKE'S Miles 0'Eeilly,for instance, while he 

Was poor an' honest, like bird in spring 
His song came to us, an' thrillin thro' us, 

We loved to listen, an' he to sing. 
But whin around him, Ould Nick confound 
thim. 
Came politicians wid price of brain. 
They bought the Robin soon wid their jobbin 
An' choked his thrapple wid gooldin grain. 
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EFLECTIYE. 






longer raicli us the purty spaiclies 

He used to make us wid ready pin, 
Or varses rhymeful as bells are chimeful 

Wliin Tommy Ayliife rings out agin. 
Feed cows on clover an soon you'll cover 

Tlie faithful bastes wid a coat of silk, 
But that fine fodder won't swell the udder, 

Tis fat you make thim, ye get no milk. 

HIN may I nevir be thought so clevir 

That min will timpt me wid place or coin 
To scorn your treasures for selfish pleasures, 

Oh sacred Janius ! Oh Muse Divine ! 
May Eooney rather forgit his father, 

Forgit the pride ov his ancient blood, 
Than ever keep ill unto the people 

A promise made for the public good ! 

WAS thus my passion took form an' fashion 

The other night, whin I saw wid shame 
At the Nations Fair, how no bard was there, 
tho' 
The people waited no poet came ! 
Poor Miles was sick, or his wit was thick, or 

He drank bad. liquor the night before ; 
Whatevir ailed him, the Muses failed him. 
An' left us varseless upon the floore ! 
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NYOCATION. 






WAS then I swore, by the land that bore me, 

'i his Great JExpozcvy won't go unsung ! 
May thoughts inspire me, the Muses fire me, 

An' Janius light on your Kooney's tongue ! 
Taiche me to sing out the wealth ye bring out 

From cunnin brain an' from skillful hands. 
Oh noble toilers — great human boilers 

That stir the life blood throughout the land! 



OD bliss' this Nation, she bates Creation 
In works of Nature an works of Art, 
Wid one exception, to my election, 

And that's ould Ireland, God bliss her 
heart ! 
Not as she now is, wid all her prowiss 

Kipt down by tyrants three hundrid years. 
But as she cud be, an as she wud be. 
If Eight cud place her among her peers. 

HE day will come too, ere I am dumb too. 

Her trouble endid, her joy begun. 
Whin her sons an' daughters across the 
waters 
Will see the light of her risin sun ! 
Whin England rottin wid gain ill gottin, 

That evin now feeds upon her rest. 
Will the vengeance feel ov her rebel steel 
An sink in the wrath of a stormy West ! 
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E BeTTEI^ WaLF. 




HIN thus I spoke out, my wifeslie broke out 

Say in " Eooney dear have you lost your wits ? 
" My love you're raivin, yourself desaivin, 

" May Heaven keep you, good man, from fits ; 
" Why sure no taicher nor public praicher 
"Could long hould out at that tairin 
screech ; 
" If the Lord's good will here won't keep you 
stiller, 
" You'll die some day in a burst of speech ! 

fAY down thim papers, an' stop your capers, 
" Give over talkin that Faynian stuff ! 
" Oh Mick my honey, wid half our money 

" In Irish Bons, surely that's enough ! 
" Keep from the fowlers, the paytriot prowlers 
"Who talk of Ireland but mane your purse ; 
" Look to the Nation wrought your salvation 
" An' saved your Country from fate still 
worse. 
OUR'E nature's poet ! 'tis I that know it; 

" My charms you sung in our coortin days, 
"In varses thirty, as n ate an purty 

" As ever won wid their coaxin ways ; 
" Thin come, avourneen, wid words as burnin 

" Sing out the j)raises ov paceful trade, 
" Which hushes fear up, and dries the tear up 
" Of childless mothers the war has made. 
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ESOLUTION. 






HITS spoke tlie crayture, her every fayture 

Was lighted up wid lier love an truth ; 
I hugged my beauty — as much a duty 

In ripe ould age as in tinder youth. 
Sez I, " my charmer, no heart is warmer 

" Whin duty calls, than is mine to day ; 
" Wid purpose steady, my pin is ready ; 

" This blissed night I'll begin my lay ! 

N ne'er came rhyme in a better time in 
" Nor subject grander bid thoughts to 
flow ; 

" The Exposition to night's my mission, 
" An you'll come to love, incog-nitow. 
" Tis proud you'll be too, the sights to see 
through 
" The magic mazes ov the People's mart, 
" Where in communion meets all the Union 
" In rival industry and rival art. 

HITS in the mornin, to her adornin 

I left my wife, wid a fond good bye ; 
And at that partin, wid love my heart in, 

Philosophizin to myself, sez I : 
" Oh man what wor ye, wid all your glory ? 
" What fruitless work would your labors 
prove? 
" Wid out that treasure, bey ant all measure, 
^^ Ov woman's wisdom and woman's love ! 
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Mrs. Rooney Ready. 

'K.E the sun wint down I was back from town 

My wife sat dressed in tlie drawin room ; 
Yes, by the Powers ! like the Queen ov Flowers, 
In an atmosphere ov sublime parfume ! 
Upon her toes up, my darlin rose up 

Like Godess Vanus from say ov silk, 

Wid richest crimson the tucks an hims on, 

An ribbons waivin as white as milk ! 

ER honest brow as the spotless snow was, 
lier shineon sparkled wid powder rare; 
She hid her face wid a modest grace. 

In a bookay big as an aisy chair. 
So killin, cruel, stood up my jewil 

An cried out: '^Rooney, keep off my beau ! 
" One touch would soil me, one hug would 
spoil me, 
*^ Gro drink your tay, dear, and let us go !" 

NUG under cover, John druv us over 

As so instructed, at modest rate ; — 
It shows bad breedin to drive wid speed in — 

Its Arstocratic to drop in late. 
We slipped in slyly, for Miles O'Reilly 

An other mimbers were round the doore. 
An did they meet us we knew they'd greet us, 

.^ n raise confusion along the floore. 

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The coming Mayor. 

HE Orcliestrayon was sweetly playin 

Some brilliant morsel ov Jarmin song, 
Whose burst ov feelin rose to the ceelin, 

Like song ov angels tlie stars among ; 
And gas jits burnin sint floods returnin 

Of dazzlin light on the scene below, 
Like waves of Ocean in gintle motion 

The movin masses swayed to and fro. 



W far and wide too, on every side through 

That maze ov wonders did eyesight reel, 
Amid the gushin and caiseless rushin 

Ov pantin ingine and w^hirlin' wheel 
Still far above all, in strains to love all. 

The tide delicious ov music flowed. 
Whilst waivin o'er us, as if in chorus 

Like clouds at sunsit, the bannirs glowed. 

S movin round there, full soon we found, there 

Was no use try in the incog -nitoio^ 

For crowdin near us they began to cheer us, 

"Here's Kooney'! shouted both high audio w. 

"11 ere's honest Rooney! our Mayor full soon he 

"Will be in spite of Fernandy Wood, 
" Our Patriot poet ! who loves to show that 
^- Man's noblest work is the public good ! 
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RoONEY NO TaNNEP\^ 

HREE cheers for Rooney ! as flowers in 
June he 
" Is welcome here wid his lovely wife ! 
^' May joys attind him and fortune sind him 
" A thousand bounties to bliss his life ! 
Three rousin cheers burst upon our ears ; 

My wife sunk down in the nearest chair 
Whilst on their shoulders, for all beholders, 
They carried Hooney around the Fair ! 

HIN this was indid and I descinded 

Soon all the mimbers got round me thin, 
And such a twistin, they gave my wrist thin, 
I cried out : " Murther, be aisy min ! 
" I'm young no longer, nor growin stronger, 

"Nor tough wid practice like Gineral Grant, 
" There's none but tanners could stand sich 
manners ; 
Id shake you all, but in faith I can't. 

HE nixt ovation — a deputation 

Wid Horiss Greeley stood at its head ; 
And on his arm there I saw my charmer, 
Who blushed so sweetly as Horiss said : 
" Friend Rooney this is, your honored Missis 

" Who comes to aid us wid gintle voice ; 
" You can't gainsay her, for to obey her 
" Is what for duty you'd do for choice. 
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HE asks through me sir, that you'll agree sir, 

" To the great desire of the people all, 
" Who wish to hear your good words of cheer 
sir 
^* And words of wisdom, widin this hall." 
" Mr. President, sir, this compliment sir, 
" I long shall cherish," I then replied, 
" And your proud request sir, to me addressed 
" Is not by Rooney to be denied." [sir, 

HIN the Managers led me up the stairs 

To the gallery front, through the crushing 
crowd. 
While music pealin wint upward stealin. 

My wife looked happy, an Horiss proud. 
The crowd below us, as if to show us 

Still further honor, in cheers outbroke, 
But, bowin quiet that pleasant riot, 
I thus extemporaynious spoke : 

OOD evenin neighbors. God bliss your labors; 

" An bliss aich toiler in arm an brain. 
"There's joy an glory in deeds afore you, 

" An luck shall fall on your work like rain 
" Pace shall reward you for joys debarred you 

"Whin War marched over your ways ov trade 
" An paceful actions unite the factions 

" Uncivil strife in our land has made. 
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We continues his Oi^ation. 

HUN" trumpets soundid an drums were 

poundid 
" An hungry war at our thresholds stood J 
" From fields in bloom, from lathe and loom, 
" You rushed like hayroes to spill your blood! 
" Left younger brothers, an sires, an mothers, 

" Left weepin sisters to guard the home ; 
" Left land untilled too, an barn unfilled too, 
" When country called on her boys to come. 

vM^HIN deep dyed Traison— (mad foe to Raison) 
|W(® " Dug crimson graves for your noblest ones, 
"An death uprisen in field an prison 
" Mowed down in frenzy your sires an sons, 
"From the North an' West did your bravest, best 

"Keepmarchin on to the harvest dread; 
" Where aich battle done whether lost or won 
" Found hayroes livin for hayroes dead ; 

OU fought the fight for the blissed right, nor 

" Saw ind but one to the work begun, 
"Wid hopes or fears thro those bitter years too, 

" An the rain ov bloodshed that hid the sun! 
" You fought that fight thro' for blessed right too; 

" Rebellion shrunk from your right hand, 
"Till the Freedman's prayer fill'd the Southirn 
air 

" And God's good Pace fell on all the land. 
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We ends his Oration, 



EHOLD atlast,tlirouglit]ie gloomy Past, now 

" The Present rises wid promise bright 
" A nd future story shall tell the glory 
" Ov days that followed our troubled night ; 
" When no longer torn by each others scorn, 
" Or by angry words or by deeds ov blood, 
" Both South and North wint to battle forth 
" In paceful fight for the Country's good. 

ND now one cheer from all good min here, 

" For our brother down in the southern land 
'^ Whose upright heart can play well his part in 

" The honest clasp of a Northern hand ! 
" Let the past be past, an the Pace at last 
" That still we pray for will surely fall, 
" From that bright Rest where our patriots 
blest are 
"Whose love was great, for they died for all!" 

NE loud hooray now, like storm at say now. 
Burst from the people in swift reply. 
And thin another, and thin its brother. 
Like roarin tempest rose to the sky ; 
And one still louder broke from the crowd for 

Good Horiss Greeley a smilin there — 
For ivery man too that worked the plan thro' 
Giv helpin hand to the Nation's Fair. 
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The (( Rheumatic" jRailvstay. 



HIN this was ovir, like startled dove or 

Some tremblin fawn came my pride of life. 
An squeezed my hand so and said so grand 
"Oh: 
" 'Tis proud I'm darlin to be your wife !" 
Thin many others, associate brothers, 
Comminted nately upon my spaich, 
Till the President brought a modest gint 
Whom he interduced me as Mr. Beach, 



HE great invintor, that he had sint for, 

To lade us now to the strangest sight 
An greatest wonder since from the thunder 

Bin Franklin brought down electric light ! 
Up near the attic, the great Pneumatic, 

For so he called it, railway did run, 
Where wid no bother, one side to tother 

He shot you through in a big air gun ! 

HEUMATIC Railway ! faith I'll go bail ye 
b I wont go near it," spoke up my wife, 
" I'm not so curious, for larnin furious, 
" That I'd go riskin my praycious life, 
" Nor will you Mickel — a piirty pickle 

'^ We'd both turn out on the other side, 
" Wid hair blown off or at laste a cough for 
" To last us both dear to Whitsuntide. 
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Mrs. Rooney's jReflect's on 
Shakespeare. 

UT Mr. Beacli in a modest spaicli thin 

Wid greatest aise that was iver seen, 
Wid illustration an 'giueralization 

Explained the nature of his machine ; 
How to all danger it was a stranger, 

Not evin a sneeze for a child to dread ! 
Nayther windy, dusty, nor smellin fusty, 

But safe an snug as a feather bed ! 

HIN thus prevailed on, my wife she sailed on 

Wid motion graceful as swimmin swan, 

Sayin : " On your science I have much reliance 

"But the name I think's an unlucky one. 

" Shakespeer the poet has said, I know it, 

" In scoffin manner " What's in a name." 
" But here we quarrel, for such a moral 
" From any poet's a burniu shame." 

Y wife looked charmin, as at her larnin 

The managers all bowed down so far 
An cried aloud there : '' Keep back the 
crowd there ! 

" Let Mrs. Kooney step in the car ! " 
She moved wid grace in, we took our place in 

Thin for a minit all things wor black, 
But before we knew we wor half way thro' 

By the Mortial Jove we wor there an back I 
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WiGHLY pESCRIPTIYE. 

EE, briglit eyes swimmin, the best of wirnmin 
To blusliin Beacb kissed her lily hand, 
Anthankedhimnately,aii praised him grately 
As one whose labors wud bliss the land. 
Thin, as good naytnre lit ivery fayture. 

She turned to me wid a pensive air 
Say in : "Now we'll go dear right thro' the 
show here, 
"An see the sights of this mighty fair." 

HE crowd thin partid an off we startid 

Amazed, bewildered, from room to room, 
As bees 'mong flowers beguile the hours, 

Inslaved anew by aich fresh parfume. 
Here wheels wor' spinnin, an hammers dinnin 

Bate out could steel like a bit ov paste, 
And mighty pumps too, that water jumps 
through 
In strames as thick as your Kooney's waist ! 



ACHllSrES for mowin, machines for sowin 

Broad acres twinty in one day's sun ; 
An one so great is at diggin taties 

Your trouble's ovir 'ere well begun ! 
Self wheel in barrows, an plows an harro^w 

Most strange invintions, an aich so good ! 
An all suggestin an age of rest whin 

The price of bread wont' be flesh an blood. 
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More of the Descriptive. 

EEAT labor saivin machines for waivin, 
Wid wheels an beltin up to the roof, 
That hours nncaisin aich other chaisin 

Drive fifty shuttles thro' warp an woof. 
An ladies readin, whilst there full speed in 

The magic needle uncaisin sews, 
An others sittin in comfort knittin 
Wid nothin movin above their toes. 



EEAT crystal cases in showy places, 
An silks an satins widin thim laid. 
An babies dresses, at prices bless us ! 

To frightin fathers an stop the trade. 
Perambulators for footless craytures. 
An springy sates for the invaleed. 
An couches aisy for lame an lazy 

An rosewood cages for birds to breed. 

N cookin ranges wid fifty changes 

Ov pots an kittles arranged in rows, 
An plates an dishes for mate an fishes 

That look like pictures benaith the nose. 
An silver jugs too, an goolden mugs too 

An cut decanthers for rosy wine. 
An chrystal glasses that in Parnassus 
The Gods might drain to the Muses Nine ! 
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LEAS ANT NTRODUCTION. 






WOR pleasant duty all things ov beauty 

An' usefulness to put in my rhyme, 
But a book as big as my father's wig was 

Wud refuse the story had I the time ; 
For groanin under its weight ov wonder 

Aich table asks for a page or more 
Ov nate indightin, descriptiv writin, 

Wid fifty sich like on every floore. 



S we stood lookin, a quiet nook in, 

At babies cradles that rocked wid springS; 
An my darlin blushin, wid love out gushin, 

Did lowly mutter some tinder things, 
Wid slitherin motion, of which no notion 

Can be convayed ye in prose or rhyme, 
A gint came to us, began to coo us, 

An ginuflexions made all the time. 

IS chin was shavin, his whiskers waivin, 
His auburn hair, down in ringlets fell. 
His face was smilin, his air beguilin, 

Wid all the grace ov a Broadway swell. 
" If I am right sir, 'tis my delight sir," 

Said he, " to spake to our comin Mayor" 
" Thin may I pray sir, you'll step this way 
sir, 
"That I may brush up your Honor's hair ?" 
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The Pr^gi\ess of Science. 

^^ ^^^1^' WILL bring us trade sir, to^have it said sir, 

" We bruslied a head liere wid our ma- 
cliine 
" So full ov knowledge tliat to a college 
" An ornamint sir it wud have been." 
'Twas nately spokin, an tho' half chokin 

Wid fun suppressed at the barber's ways 
My wife said: ''Go dear! 'twill help to show dear 
" That Rooney merits the People's praise." 

S much delighted as if I'd knighted 
This hair adorner, or left him land, 
Our way he pointed an' nimble jointed 

Stepped out before us wid air so grand. 
At aise he sat me, at once was at me, 

But soon the brushin alarmed my wife, 
Who cried out : '' Mister, his head you'll 
blister ! 
" Oh, Mickel darlin, he'll take your life ! 

AVE courage Bridgit," said I, ' 'don't fidgit 

" I've grater dangers escaped before." 
" 'Tis so I'm thinkin," said Horiss winkin 
" Have faith in Rooney comin safe ashore." 
The barber indid, my hair was splindid ! 

My wife in raptures admired me so ; 
An' Heaven bless her ! thank'd the hair 
dresser, 
An the crowd all cheered as we moved to go. 
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They Pi^pose to Leave. 

HIN thro' the hall where upon each wall there 
Hung all the samples ov native art, 
We strolled an' wondered, an' stopped an' 
pondered 
On subjects dear to the Irish heart ; 
For Ireland's story spakes loud in glory 

Ov noble artists among her sons , 
Who vainly died for the fame they sigh'd for 
Benaith the shadow ov British guns. 

EEE aich new treasure renewed our pleasure, 

Aich step we tuk brought a fresh surprise^ 
Aich passin minnit had somethin in it 

In turn to capture admirin eyes. 
But all the janius we have betwane us 

Must fail to picture that wondrous whole, — 
Like some bright vision ov land Elysian 

That rarely visits the draimer's soul ! 

OME now achorra, we'll back to morrow" 
I heard my wife in a whisper say ; 
" The crushins grate dear, the hour is late 

dear, 
" I'm longin, love, for a cup ov tay." 
Thin gintly turnin, wid blushes burnin. 
To all our frinds did she curtchy low ; 
Sayin " thanks to night sirs for much de- 
lights sirs, 
" Wid your permission we mane to go." 
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EY ARE Invited to Drink. 






H Missis Eooney, pray wliy so soon, nay 
" You will not part us wid word so sliort, 
''^ " At laste one favor, before you lave here — 
" To drink your healtli in a glass ov Port, 
" 'Tis native wine ma'am, perhaps you'll join 
ma'am ; 
Said Mr. Greeley wid blandest face. 
" Pray coax your missis, you know that this is 
" The Irish Custom, so yield wid grace. 

WILL fill the measure of all my pleasure" 
My wife replied, wid a smile so sly. 
At the Presidint, "Sir the complimint 
" Is a timely one, for in faith I'm dry." 
A laugh thin rung out, and Horiss sung out, 

" By all the Gods, that's a happy hit ! 
We're blest ov Heavin, for here's a leavin 
Ov Rooney janius an Rooney wit !" 

MINIT brought us to where we thought us 
As free as cud be from sight or throng, 
An the managers hurried up wid chairs 
As our colored frinds brought the wine 
along. 
" Come fill your glasses, be this Parnassus ! 

" An this fair Vaynus to bliss the vine 
"An' this Adonis now smilin on us, 

" Let's pledge thim both in this ruby wine ! 
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Wow They Parted. 

HIN loud in chorus they shouted o'er us, 
Wid brimmin glasses uplifted high, 
" Here's health an glory an fame in story, 
" To Rooney's name, may it niver die !" 
" May Joy reside in an Pace abide in 

" The home that covers his flesh an blood, 

" An Health an Riches stuff out his breeches, 

" An all he drinks may it do him good !" 



ID tears her eyes full, her bosom sighs full, 

My darlin thank'd thim wid rosy cheek. 
An I did bliss thim, but to addriss thim 
I tried in vain for I couldn't speak ; 
For like the ocean that in commotion 

Shuts out the cry from the sinkin ship, 
A burst ov feelin the senses reelin 

Will drown the word on the movin lip. 



N so we parted wid these good hearted 
An jovial hosts in their Palace there, 
While the organs played, an the crowd 
hoorayed 
As we marched in ordher out ov the Fair, 
" Hooray for Rooney ! Our Mayor full soon he 

Will be in spite ov Fernandy Wood, 
For us the man is, whose ivery plan is 
Some noble work for the Nation's good ! 
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DE GAEMO'S 

No. 82 Fifth Avenue, New York. 

No. 303 Chapel Street, New Haven. 



Cfffssrs Open from OctoJter 1st ta 31 uf/ Isf, 



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Can it be true, or but a dream, 

That soap is now produced by steam ? 

It is in truth no idle joke : 

By steam Hull makes his splendid soap ; 

And candles too, b}' none surpassed. 

Much longer they, than sperm. avIII Inst. 

Rare qualities in these combh; 

And hard will keep in any cliuxt-. 

Old fashioned soap, for household use, 

Hull's Works, by wholesale, now produce. 

]S'ew fangled soap looks pretty well — 

Like Pindar's Razors, made to sell — 

But this old soap, too long neglected, 

By steam and skill is now perfected. 

And those who want the very best. 

Should buy of this and shun the rest. 

By steam, as if onmagic spell, 

In Toilet Soaps we all excel. 

These goods, so jfine, when made with steam, 

And well perfumed, like roses seem. 

Our Honey, Palm, and Perfumed Rose, 

In part our vast assortment shows ; 

Demulcent, fine, white, red and blue, 

Bay Rum, and Opodeldoc, too. 

And M^hat must seem, of all, the spice, 

The whole is sold at lowest price — 

In every store — at every stand — 

By all the Dealers in the land, 

And by yours, traly, 

J. 0. HULL'S SON, Manufacturer, 

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